Plastic

The House Of Love

Compositor: Não Disponível

Feels like summer
Gosh my skin's so itchy
Not a feature on my face
Just a piece of yellow plastic
I never thought I'd sink so low
So slow

Morning's always weak
God it's hopeless when I'm talking
I'm lonely in the field
Just a baby treading water

It's red and dark
And God is my friend....
The end, the end
Stumble on the dress
She's screaming that she loves me
It's not the way to give
It's the cruelest way to lie
I got myself a gun today

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